(And please don't remind me that the children have two more days of school - Tuesday and Wednesday - because that will just send me off on my tangent about how they start school in the middle of the week and then we have to return to school for two days after Memorial Day and it just doesn't make sense to me!)
I have many fond memories of Memorial Day weekend. As a kid it meant a getaway to open the cottage and spending the weekend at the lake with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins swimming, eating, skiing, playing, fishing, and listening to the Indy 500. Over the years that picture has changed a bit but it's still got many of the same elements.
This weekend kicked off with a trip to the movies -- but just for the big girls, Sex and the City just isn't a family flick. A couple of hours in a movie theater certainly wasn't several days in Abu Dhabi, it wasn't even a long weekend on a little lake somewhere, but it was my own personal girls getaway. (Does that sound sad? If it sounds sad please don't tell me. I don't get out much.)
Today we're doing our regular Saturday home maintenance stuff and getting ready for tomorrow, which is when we'll really see the similarities to Memorial Day weekends past. We'll have the Christening for my super-cute niece, Riley Jane, first. Then we'll see grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins swimming (in the pool this time), eating, playing, there may even be some fishing, and listening to the Indy 500. The cast of characters has changed roles over the years, and some are no longer with us, but it sure sounds an awful lot like the same to me.
Just before 7:00 this morning I heard crashing around in the kitchen - Mother's Day breakfast by the kids was not the plan! - so I kicked Bill awake to have him go check it out and rolled back over to go back to sleep. He quickly remedied the situation and corralled the kids into the car to go get my favorite, crazy-expensive, frozen coffee for my Mother's Day treat. When they got back home, they brought in a plate of powdered donuts and the massaging back rest and climbed into bed with me. Mari was on daddy's pillow with her bottle and we all shared the donuts...until my frozen coffee fell out of the cup holder into my lap. A quick mop up later and I reached over to pick up Mari for a Mother's Day kiss. Just as we were face to face she let out a belch that should've come from a full grown man! The whole bed burst into laughter and Kyle said, "Yep; just like a normal day!"
While I have said before how much I LOVE getting comments on my posts, I suppose I should specify that I love legit comments from legit readers. Spammers and the like? Not so much. Thank heaven for a little thing called COMMENT MODERATION -so my point is: please know that if you're leaving spam, garbage, or random links in my comment box they'll never see the light of the "publish" button. As for the rest of you, I really DO love you! Peace. xo, j.